Blessed was the wolf with a Matebond.
But the same couldn't be said for Adele at the moment.
"Are you okay?" the front desk manager asked.
Adele was sweating profusely, looking like she might collapse at any second.
"I'm good," she snapped, irritation in her voice. "The keys?" She held out her hand stiffly.
"Fine. Room thirteen," the manager said, handing over the keycard. "Down the hall, last on the left."
Adele turned without another word. Right now, her hormones were so all over the place she could snap somebody's head.
Big fat thanks to the mating fever.
She had never imagined coming to a place like this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
After being released from the agency, she'd used a diffuser to mask her scent so Micah couldn't track her. And then she came here.
A motel was the last place Micah would think she'd hide. After all, what was a wolf with a Matebond doing in a dump like this?
Yes, she was running from her mate.
